Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Guys and girs,

Keep a look out for my new blog.
Will be updated soon (:

http://166-4.blogspot.com/

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Have moved to http://catchingtheworld.blogspot.com/ :)

See you guys there.

Good day!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My holiday

King Arthur.
Gladiator.
Lord of the Rings (uncut).
Ella Enchanted.
Eragon.
Cinderella Story; happily ever after.
Peter Pan

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I wondered what changed this time, among other things.

Love isn't suppose to bring you down, cage you up, or make you feel tiny, insignificant and invisible. But sometimes, i feel just that. Even love has its bad days sometimes, i know that, and i do not begrudge anyone for that. Yet.

I lost the power of reasoning today. Lost the will and desire to talk it out, because really, everyone has a choice - to say one doesn't have one, is plain apathy - and i am making my choice. Life is too short to be lived on this basis, i will not be that person.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Because we all grow up one day, and the world, doesn't look so bright and shiny anymore.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

We All Have Fears.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas

Five years ago, if you were to ask me how i was going to celebrate Xmas, i would probably tell you that i am going to the noisiest and most crowded place in Penang. The Christmases of lower secondary were spent in Gurney's countdown event, looking back, Wen and i have no idea how we went through the painful ordeal of the crowd, BOs and noise(yet, we were young, and yes, i am sure my girlfriends and i did enjoy those moments). As i grew older, the venue changed to UPR, a different crowd, but still a crowd - sweatier, dirtier - in more ways than one. It's funny how we celebrate certain occasions sometimes. we plunge into the crowd, conform, become just another individual in this multi-layered society and lose the true meaning of the occasion.

since when has christmas become an affair of how wasted someone is, dancing explicitly in clubs, doing stupid things and just mingling with strangers? isn't christmas suppose to be a family-affair, of rejoicing for God(for those who are christians) and so much more? not that i am against a full-force party during christmas. but some teenagers take upon christmas as as their personal crusade to party, another CONVENIENT reason to tell their parents that they are heading out with their friends, stay out the whole night and not come home. this whole picture, it's just, wrong.

And at the end of all the partying, this so called Christmas eve, Christmas day, becomes just another 24 hours; a temporary insignificant day of dirty clothings and sweaty skins under a whole layer of forgotten spirit of true Christmas.

And christmas, is not co christmassy after all - for some.

P.s : My christmas was spent with the best friend, quiet, and would probably end with a long phone call with the boyf. Yes, not the most happening celebration, but yet. :) Nights.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Christmas

I miss you, silly boy.
I love christmas, although i don't really celebrate it. :)

Christmas shopping, done.
Bought all the presents for my friends,
left one more to go.

Although STPM is over, i still feel busy. :/
So many things to do!
alas, i am not obliged to tell you what i am up to. :)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Shall I wax poetry about you?


Not everyday is a beautiful day. I forget that sometimes. I remember the fear. The edginess, the hope, and the loss of it. I remembered reading the pages and loving every turn, every word and every escapism it brought to my stagnant life. Yet. It’s been years since I felt that way – I told myself to grow out of it and that hope is a cancerous cell, a rapid growth to death, everything else fades away. Yet. You came into my life and brought alongside love, anger, smiles, hurt, happiness, rage, elation and every possible emotions we human beings have discovered. Yet.


Our love do not have to be noisy, like the rest of the world.

We can be silently loud.


It’s just your smiles, and mine, after all.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Beautiful

African Kid :


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?

Monday, November 23, 2009

I want to go through this.
I need to.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Because you love jazz and i, classical music.

These days are more often filled with fights than tenderlovingcare. Raised voices and slammed doors are not so odd anymore, the new jarring music is becoming a normality, and a painful thud in the heart. why? is love always like this? a beautiful first act, and then a slow, melancholic second act? Are we going to follow the style of a typical classical music piece? Can we not follow your jazzy tune instead - but that would be more erratic then ever, its high and low notes hitting randomly anywhere, everywhere. We have seen the monsters come out at each other now. The ugly sides that we carefully hide under the crook of our elbow, knees, neck, hidden so that the world will only see the best of us and never the worst. Yet. I have seen yours now, and you mine. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes it's a reality i don't want to go through. Yet.

Love.

Fights are never happy. But through fights, bonds get stronger (or weaker) and ultimately, it's up to us to let love win it all or allow the poisonous venoms to seep into this sanctuary, this refuge of something pure and simple. I might cry. I might hurt. But i am glad, and happy that at the end of it all, i still have you and you, still have me and this love that we have found? It's still beating strongly as ever.

Man in the mirror. :) :) :)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

It's October.

2009. In two years' time, i will turn 20. Two decades seem so infantile to the older generations, the one who had their shares of broken dreams, suppressed desires and moments of joy, success, and everything else to do with life rolled into one. Yet.

It's October. (so fast?)

What have i done so far?
Not much. Not little either. A friend texted me the other day bout how she felt she has not done anything brave for the past 19 years of her life. But, what is the definition of brave? How do we define this word? All of us want to be significant in life, to another person, to the world, to leave an impact, to make a difference. But all this is vague, no?

What is YOUR purpose in this life?
I think, it's time for a change.
Because all moments passed us by, and it's up to us to hold them in our hearts, or let them go, like burst bubbles that once shine.

If you've got dreams in your heart, why don't you share them with me?